Event Log - Malnosso World

[lucetimods]

Who: Everybody!
What: A field trip for the entirety of Luceti!
When: October 27th, until the end of November 2nd
Where: The Happiest Place on the Moon, Malnosso World!
Summary: So you remember all those times Luceti was transformed into Luceti Land? Welcome to Malnosso World, Luceti Land's bigger, cooler brother. Be sure to keep all hands inside the rides at all times, and refer to your map if you get lost. Trust me, you'll get lost.
Rating: F for Fun!

Comments

perfect! sorry for the late reply

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky is so absorbed in destroying the punching bag in front of him, he's not really paying attention to anything else. He's not thinking, not feeling, pushing everything into the rhythm of his fists against the bag and the ache building in his arms and chest; adjusting his form when it starts to waver without breaking stride. There's sweat stinging his eyes and trailing his spine, shirt long gone from the heat, but it's all... clear. Simple. It's the whole reason he does this when he's frustrated, instead of working through simulations or target practice. There's nothing here he needs to worry about on the peripheral.

He doesn't realize anyone is watching him until the guy appears. His reaction is instinctive - changing his stance and turning to face the man in a single step, hands still raised for a fight. A muscle in his shoulder twitches, but he doesn't throw any punches. He's more confused and annoyed than anything, but he's sure he's seen this guy before. Luceti resident. Not an accidental hologram or something.

He lowers his hands, though they're still balled into fists. By now he's caught his breath just enough to speak.]

Room's occupied.

No worries, yo.

[relictusdeus]

[It doesn’t take a keen familiarity with nuances of body language to sense the tension and restlessness the man radiates as he whirls around to meet him. The forgemaster, for his part, seems relaxed in the way he holds himself although his gaze tells a different story, dancing with wild energy and almost daring Bucky to throw a punch.]

I am aware. [The smile lengthens, thinning. And for a moment he simply takes in the tangy musk of sweat and the steadiness of the look fixed on him, eyes boldly flitting from the man’s face to appreciate his finer details for just an instant. He has given up long ago at resisting many temptations.]

You need not worry – I do not imagine others shall be joining us.

Re: No worries, yo.

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky has both seen and practiced that look enough that he knows full-well what it means. Tall, lean, and tattooed here might not be his type, but he doesn't take any particular offense. There's an edge of challenge in it too, and Bucky is bad at backing down from that on a good day.]

Us? Sorry, but my dance card is all booked up and I don't think you want to take the place of my hot date. [He folds his arms and inclines his head at the punching bag.]

[relictusdeus]

[Date. He has come to hear a great deal of the word in this context from when he first arrived in Luceti and offers a faint snort verging on disdain.]

'tis a rather appalling way to be treating your lover for the evening. Have you no shame? [Giggling, he shifts his weight, unconsciously mirroring Bucky as his own arms fold across his chest.]

Even if your... 'hot date' is a sad excuse for a partner with whom to dance... both in bed and outside it.

[jamesbarnes]

[The corner of Bucky's mouth twists, somewhere between a grimace and a smirk. He shakes his head a little at that.]

Seriously, if you're lookin' to pick someone up, try your luck somewhere else. If you're here to work, on the other hand... then maybe we've got something to talk about.

[relictusdeus]

Must it be one or the other…? Work. [He echoes with a saucy, mocking toss of his head, letting the word hang in the air.] How you have managed to nearly suck the thrill dry from the prospect of engaging in battle is beyond me. So let us make it more interesting, shall we?

[He spreads his hands.]

We shall fight bereft of weaponry for as long as it may take for a victor to emerge. Should I beat you down and you surrender to me… then I shall have your company for the evening. And should you [--by some manner of freakish accident, the look in his eyes suggests--] manage to wear me down entirely... then I shall leave you in peace and never again will I subject you to my propositioning.

[Cocking his head, he asks:] Are we in agreement?

[jamesbarnes]

[He should say no. He should flat-out refuse. He doesn't know this guy, though he feels like there's something more about him he's forgetting... But he's so damn cocky and, times like this, Bucky can't deny that he is too.

His gaze skims the other man, all critical and assessing, memories of strike points at the back of his mind. He shouldn't do this while he's angry.]

...Depends on what you mean by 'company.'

[relictusdeus]

[First comes the broadening of his smile, slow and vaguely sardonic, as much a shameless expression of guilt as it is a promise to claim every inch of willing flesh and make it his. Bucky-permitting.

His gaze flickers lower again to take in what was missed on the first pass and better appreciate what wasn't.]

Ignorance does not become you.

[jamesbarnes]

[Yeah, it had to be that. Bucky shakes his head.]

No. I'm gonna have to pass. I've got a girl, and I made her a promise. Even I'm not cocky enough to risk breaking it.

[relictusdeus]

[Eyes widen in mock surprise.] A girl? [There's a considering pause.] Oh; you mean someone other than that date of yours? [Smirking, he nudges his chin in the direction of the punching bag.] ...You unfaithful creature.

[jamesbarnes]

Yeah, yeah, I know. [Bucky spreads his arms. What can you do?]

But I will take you up on that fight, on the condition that victory is its own reward. [He cracks his knuckles theatrically.] That is, if you're still interested.

[The way he says it makes it sound like the challenge it is.]